This is Wilbur Smith's only thriller, but with this one book he has surpassed all other writers in the genre. It is peerless, nobody else comes near him. It also marks the beginning of his most fertile period. Anybody who likes this book should go on to read A Falcon Flies and the other books in the Ballantyne series, and then everything else he wrote in the following years. His account of the Matabele wars in the Ballantyne books must be as close as it's possible to get to Homer in modern times; doubtless being born in Zambia helped, nobody growing up in Europe could achieve that epic tone. In his most recent books, sadly, he has fallen off. He still spins a good yarn, but the power and depth have gone. In fact, I wouldn't recommend anything from River God onwards. But to go back to Wild Justice and the following books, if you haven't read them yet, then I envy you: you have hundreds of hours of the most intense reading pleasure ahead.